The Last One Standing lyrics

[Hook]
Creepin out the cut, with a loaded clip (a loaded clip)
Open up your mouth, I put my di*k in it (my di*k in it)
Ridin' around your city with my f*cking clique (my f*cking clique)
Kickin' in your house and I run that b*tch (run that b*tch)

[Verse]
Hey, making moves I'm on my Motorolla
Whippin' up the pad and cooking baking soda
b*tches boofing talking about they wanna hit
I flip the sh*t and make a move [?] real quick
I'm on a row
MAC eleven with a silence kit
Drop a body make him pay for it
c*ck it back and then I load the clip
Murda, murda running through my mind
Drop a package on the way, (oh sh*t)
Talking sh*t behind a keyboard
n*gga run the fade
All my n*ggas shooters gripping Ruger
n*gga this is Judgement Day (ah)
You don't want to probably n*gga talk that sh*t and see me face to face (yah)
Great days in blue fade[?], f*ck around and let me take your life away
pus*y boy rappers they hatin' on me if you unleash the beast ain't nobody is safe

[Hook]
Creepin out the cut, with a loaded clip (a loaded clip)
Open up your mouth, I put my di*k in it (my di*k in it)
[Outro]
Creepin out the cut, with a loaded clip (a loaded clip)
Open up your mouth, I put my di*k in it (my di*k in it)
Ridin' around your city with my f*cking clique (my f*cking clique)
Kickin' in your house and I run that b*tch (run that b*tch)
Creepin out the cut, with a loaded clip (a loaded clip)
Open up your mouth, I put my di*k in it (my di*k in it)
Ridin' around your city with my f*cking clique (my f*cking clique)
Kickin' in your house and I run that b*tch (run that b*tch)